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“We knew from your history of clients that you were a sucker for a wounded woman. That’s where Hillary came in.” He smiles. My gaze darts to the left, where Hillary stands with a smug smile on her face. “Sorry, I mean Debra.” He smirks.

“Alright, I get it. I did my part; now can I have my money?” Hillary asks. No, not Hillary. Debra. As she holds out her hand, I notice as her sleeve rides up her arm, there is a trail of track marks. I glance back up to her eyes, noting how drawn out and sunken they are. How in the hell did I not notice it before?!

“With a bit of make-up, a wig, and a change of outfit,” he states, reading my thoughts. “We knew you’d buy it. I mean, it was the icing on the cake that she got that black eye. It really sold it home. But then you surprised us by bringing the President’s ol’ lady with you. I mean, not only did we bag the golden egg, butwe got the golden goose to boot! Fuck, Eugene will be so pleased when he sees you,” he beams. “Definitely a promotion for me.”

“Now, I’m going to go get Eugene and tell him the good news. Just sit tight, and if you think about running, there are two armed guards outside that have strict orders to shoot on sight,” he sneers before he walks out, closing the door behind him with a click of a lock.

I shuffle to Star, still with my hands bound together in front of me. With her hands tied behind her, I can only gently lift her up. She hisses in pain as I sit her upright.

“Why did you taunt him like that?” I whisper.

She smiles. “Kept his attention off you, didn’t it? You’re pregnant. We don’t want them finding out. Fuck knows what they will do if they do,” she adds.

“Thank you,” I say softly. “What are we going to do?”

“We are going to sit here and wait to meet the infamous Eugene that has nearly destroyed the people I love, then hopefully if he doesn’t kill us, the club will get here to save us,” she breathes, wincing. “I think the fucker cracked a rib.”

“How the hell are they going to know where we are?” I hiss, looking around to make sure no one is listening. Star smirks, and I cringe as blood drips down her chin from her busted lip. She shimmies her breasts at me. “What? I don’t think you can knock them out with your breasts, no matter how impressive they are,” I point out.

She rolls her eyes. “No, dumbass. My phone in in my bra,” she whispers.

“Oh,” I say, looking at her boobs. “You want me to get it?”

“Well, that would be good considering my hands are tied behind my back. I’m talented in many things, but that is not one of them,” she says sarcastically.

“Pity,” I mutter, a smile playing on my lips as my bound hands edge towards her cleavage.

“Oh shit, your hands are cold,” she hisses.

I arch my brow. “Would you like me to withdraw from your bosom and warm them up for you?” I snort back a laugh. Why the fuck am I laughing right now? I’m being held hostage by a mad man who probably wants to kill us.

“You’re good, please continue.” Star grins.

I wiggle my hands through her cleavage, feeling for the phone, which is actually harder than it looks when your hands are bound together. “Wow, your boobs are silky soft. What moisturiser do you use?” I ask.

“Cocoa butter. I also treat myself with a bit of body oil every now and then,” she answers.

I lean forward and sniff. “You’ll have to tell me what body oil you use, because that smells divine,” I compliment.

Star coughs out a laugh and instantly hisses in pain. “Right now you would have all the club wanking with joy, but can you please just find my phone?”

“Got it!” I cheer quietly.

“Thank God I didn’t tuck it down my trousers. Although, I have a feeling I would have at least gotten off on it,” Star teases.

“If you can hide a phone in your pants and I can’t find it, I would say you need to see a doctor,” I joke.

Star rolls her eyes at me. “Hold my phone up to my face so I can unlock it,” she gestures. I hold the phone to her face, and thankfully, it unlocks. “Just hit the call button,” she whispers.

I press call, not putting it on speaker, listening quietly as we wait for Ghost to answer.

“Darlin’,” he growls.

Star speaks. “We are in a stable, and we are fine. I don’t know where we are, but Eugene is here,” Star whispers.

“We know where you are, and we are coming to get you,” Ghost states.

Hope rises within me. “Agent Pryor is here,” I add.

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